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Lord My Pitiful Hands

Lord my pitiful hands tried to fashion the clay
I started off strong but my strength seem to fade away
Please hear me when my feeble heart starts to pray
Will I last another hour...I can't say
Let every raindrop from the the sky
count as a teardrop from my eye
How can I fight the wind
The world's full of sin
I didn't break but I did bent
in the heat of the day
I can't seem to keep the water in my hands
I am a frail man upon this dry land
Wishes goes beyond the stars...
More than the sands...the leaves...the straws of hay
At your feet my needs lay

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Lord My Pitiful Hands